Roses are red,
Homework is a bore,
Why do my kids wait to put the massive poetry project together
the night before?
She knew it was coming,
and I did too.
Her sisters made the same mistake,
The night ends with boo – hoo.
Due in three weeks,
she wrote hard for the first.
Then set it aside,
Oh Lord, we’ll be cursed.
I got back to the house
at 10 PM from a meeting,
the project was due in 10 hours,
was even too late for some cheating.
She wrote haiku, a couplet,
free verse and a sonnet,
Dad, get the glue out and the hole punch,
Although late, I was on it!
The writing was easy,
Putting it together was not.
A nice binder, and drawings,
The presentation, a lot.
With colored pencils, and crayons
And glue and some tape,
She worked and she worked,
Michelle was up really late.
And me, well I watched.
I coached from the side,
And picked up little round papers
from the hole punch til I thought I would die.
This is my last child
to learn from Mr. Nowak.
He has motivated my daughters
And taught them Shakespearean clack.